Sometimes I tell people that if I ever became a pastor (or in the nomenclature of the denomination I grew up in: preacher), I’d get

By Luke Hawley There’s an E.L. Doctorow quote that I love: “Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as

By Luke Hawley Almost a year ago, I wrote my first blog for The Twelve. It was about the craziness I feel at the end

By Luke Hawley My 7-year-old son, Judah, asked me last night about the meaning of the word complicated. He had just asked his older sister

By Luke Hawley I grew up in a church with virtually no liturgical calendar. I mean, we celebrated Christmas and Easter and I remember once

By Luke Hawley I had an undergraduate course aptly titled Novel, in which we read twelve novels over the course of the semester. The professor

By Luke Hawley Who cares whether or not it’s true? In my head there are bath towels swaddling this stuff. Nothing else seeps through. This

By Luke Hawley Belief isn’t something that comes easy to me; I have heavy skeptic leanings. But I’m a writer, too, and one who can’t